The sheriff hauled his friend into an upright position. "Outside are probably fifty walking corpses, ultimate proof that religion is meaningless. Your prayers won't help, now get up!"
"Our only chance," he added, seizing additional ammunition. "We blow their goddamn heads off, and If anyone else gets bitten-"
Deputy Slater skidded to a halt. "Three semi automatics, ninety-two rounds; all I could find."
They huddled together, cradling loaded Remingtons, determination etched across each tired face.
"Never liked Zombie movies anyway!" Officer Smith cried, charging headlong, dispatching anything already dead.
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